Love Slave by Mallory Rush

Author:Mallory Rush [Rush, Mallory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780263785661
Publisher: Mills & Boon
Published: 1993-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Rand paused outside the bedroom door, hesitating as he remembered the volatile exchange marking his earlier exit. He'd won a minor but significant battle for Joshua, and he thought for Sarah, at the expense of Rachel's self-exposure. And, unfortunately, her wrath.

Listening, he heard nothing of her movements. Of course she just might be standing inches away, ready to clobber him with something more substantial than a pillow. Like more detrimental slurs about his character. He was still licking his wounds. Rachel possessed the uncanny ability to hurt him; the equally disturbing ability to summon Joshua's ghost from his past. Did she realize she held that power? Whether she did or not, he most definitely felt the internal struggle between the two men slugging it out.

How vulnerable he felt standing here. Dreading to enter and so eager that adrenaline made him feel like a car shifted in park with the accelerator pressed to the floor.

He had to mask it. Taking several deep breaths, he gained his composure. He didn't want a power struggle and if Rachel sensed the depth of his vulnerability to her he would feel even more at risk than he already did. And yet, when he'd allowed her a glimpse she had responded with physical abandon and a tenderness he needed so much it made him ache.

It had stuck with him like a sweet lump of sugar wedged into the back of his throat. Likely the reason he'd given in and bought the two baby dolls he'd picked up, put down, and paced the marketplace for an hour before returning to buy. They were just bisque and cloth. Just sentimental memories.

Just his longing for the woman who held the key to reunite him with his sister. One who was also unlocking some parts of himself he was stunned to discover still existed.

Keys. Locks. Doors.

"Do it," he commanded himself.

His hand was poised to knock. But then he remembered his role, allowing him to solidify his hold under the pretense of acting his part.

With a clench of his jaw, he went directly for the knob.

His breath left him. She was facing the window, looking out to the indigo sky, her hand clenched into the voluminous drapes. The white gauze spilled through her ruby painted nails and trailed the ground, blending into the white sari of silk she wore. One shoulder was bare, the other half covered by flowing, sheer fabric. Her back was partially exposed, revealing skin as rich and soft as cream icing on a cake. It contrasted with the cascade of her hair—a study in scarlet temptation.

He thought she must be driving him a little crazy.

Rand leaned against the door. She gave a small start before whirling around to face him.

Holy heaven above, what is she trying to do? Get ahead instead of even? If he'd upped the stakes, Rachel seemed to have decided to make it all or nothing.

"I see you wore the white for me." Rand cleared his throat since swallowing wasn't possible with his mouth so dry.

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